Luyện nghe bài hát The House Of Orange

[Stan introduced this song on stage, "I don't care your politics are, when
our children are dying in the streets, it's time to put the guns." He
he'd never write a political song, but he did and we thank him for it. It
is fitting that it be the on the album as it was the last one he wrote.]
I took back my hand and I showed him the
No dollar of would I part with this day
For fueling the of bloody cruel war
In my land far away.
Who the first Famine wearing all that they owned,
Were 'Navigators', all ragged and torn,
And built the Grand Trunk here, and a new home
Wherever their were born.
Their have no politics. None call recall
from long generations before.
O'this name or O'that name can't at all
Or be cause for to war.
And meanwhile my are safe in their home,
Unlike pale cousins who cower and cry
While kneecappers nail their poor to the floor
And them to hate and to die.
It's those beggars who spurn the fair coin.
The peace for kids they could take at their will.
Since the day old King prevailed at the Boyne,
bombed and they've maimed and they've killed.
Now they cry out for and wail at the door
But Home Rule or Republic, 'tis all a big
And a curse for us here who want of war.
kindred in nothing but name.
All rights and all wrongs have since blown away,
For causes are ashes where lie slain.
Yet the damned U.D.L and the I.R.A.
tomorrow go murdering again.
But no penny of mine I add to the fray.
"Remember the Boyne!" they cry out in vain,
For I've given my heart to the place I was
And forgiven the whole of Orange
King Billy and the House of Orange.